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"It's finally lit!"

Fang Mingru sat up straight after being released, looked out the window and said.

However, it was still early, and even the sky was still a little gray. But Fang Ming really couldn't stand it anymore, he got dressed and got up.

The morning air was still a little cold, and everyone on the beds around them continued to sleep quietly. Coming to the balcony outside, Fang Ming's hand grabbed two cold rusty guardrails and looked out through the window.

At this time, the entire campus is so quiet that not even half of the people can be seen. However, if he really saw "half a person", maybe he would have to scare Fang Ming again!

His eyes looked out a little deeply, but Fang Ming didn't know why, he always had a bad premonition in his heart. After going to the toilet first, Fang Ming returned to the bed and lay down. Because he knew that even if he went out now, the shops outside were not yet open.

However, perhaps because he hadn't slept since two o'clock in the morning, Fang Ming felt a little sleepy now. So Fang Ming consciously squinted his eyes again and began to sleep. This time it was very smooth, and after a while, Fang Ming's consciousness completely sank into sleep.

This time, he had another dream, and it was pitch black with only him and a man. The man's lips squirming up and down didn't know what he was expressing, and even if Fang Ming was paying attention, he couldn't hear what he was saying. It's just that the last thing a man did was in his dream, but he saw it clearly.

The smile on the man's lips remained the same, but the face that could not be seen clearly gave Fang Ming a sense of security. In the end, the man seemed to have completed his last instructions, and then handed him something that he put in the back of the pants pocket...

Call!

Gradually, in the quiet, Fang Ming woke up.

"What a strange dream!"

Fang Ming sighed.

All around, the roommates are gone, even if you don't look at your phone, you can tell from the sun-soaked cement outside, it's not early. Out of habit, he still took out his mobile phone, pressed the screen, and the static beating digital time had reached more than ten o'clock at this time.

Holding the mobile phone in front of him, Fang Ming raised his head again and looked at the campus outside the window. In his mind, unconsciously, Fang Ming remembered that dream again.

"What does your dream mean?"

He tilted his head and pondered, but his slightly deep head was full of confusion.

"Wait!"

He suddenly remembered that the man in the dream seemed to have given him something. Although he felt ridiculous, Fang Ming suddenly felt as if he had indeed gotten something.

His eyes gradually opened angrily by him, and he stared at the window, and that unreal feeling came back to his heart. Why on earth is this happening? What the hell is going on around you?

At the next moment, Fang Ming suddenly moved, he flipped over the quilt, kicked off the bed suddenly, and got up. The phone fell off silently under his unconsciousness, but Fang Ming didn't care anymore. He reached out and pulled into the two pants pockets behind his buttocks. But in the empty pocket, nothing was found.

But even so, Fang Ming still couldn't feel at ease. He glanced at the box he was using, and his heart, which was beating non-stop, became more tenacious.

Although I want to say to myself: It's a dream, do you think you're really going to find something like that man gave you? But the voice in his heart still urged him to find it.

"Hmm!"

Suddenly gritted his teeth in his heart, at this moment, Fang Ming decided to follow his instincts. He quickly came to his chest and pulled it open. Because of the big lock outside the door, Fang Ming didn't put a lock on the box as well.

The icy temperature came from the top of the box, and after Fang Ming opened the box, a slightly neat space was revealed. Inside, a stack of well-stacked clothes was placed on the outer left half. On the right half was a stack of books, after all, Fang Ming couldn't always put books next to his pillow. At the very bottom is a packed pile of winter services.

Fang Ming picked up the stack of clothes outside and came back to the bed. He only found a few pairs of pants and searched them one by one.

Of course, Fang Ming was very familiar with his own things, so he clearly knew that there were only three sets of clothes in total, that is, there were three pairs of pants. Although there are clothes in the back of the box, there are no pants there, so the last hope for the direction is here.

At this time, Fang Ming's heart was a little contradictory, he hoped to find what the man gave him, and at the same time he was so hopeful in his heart, he was also deeply afraid of this fact.

While trembling in his heart, Fang Ming gritted his teeth solemnly, and finally picked up the last pair of dark gray jeans. In the front, he didn't find the slightest thing, that is, at this time, there was only this last one.

Gradually, Fang Ming's hands became trembling. Is it fear, or is it something else? And slowly, Fang Ming finally reached into the last trouser pocket.

Inside, the touch of a piece of paper caught his attention, and he almost subconsciously took the paper out. The well-folded paper was already cracking in the creases, as if it would be completely disconnected at any moment. Cautiously, Fang Ming slowly opened the paper, and on the paper, only three sentences were written.

The paper was ordinary A4 paper, and looking at the beautiful big characters written on it in a daze, Fang Ming couldn't even believe his eyes. In his memory, he didn't have the slightest memory of this piece of paper, that is to say, this piece of paper was given to him by the man, that... The man who appeared in his dreams.

For any details around you, you can't be sloppy, only pay attention to any details around you, in order to find life... Clues!

The strange language seemed to indicate Fang Ming's state at this time, although until now, he still wanted to treat everything as a coincidence.

Grunt!

The heavy swallowing sound in his mouth took away a little hope from Fang Ming, and he looked at the second message again: Don't trust everything around you. Don't be unconvinced!

And in the last third sentence, when Fang Ming finished reading it, the surprise and fear in his mind climbed to an extreme again.

Finally, be sure to... Come back alive!